In the big console room holo-display, the travellers can see faint bluish light from the white dwarf star, spilling over the rocky, scarred contours of the airless world where the TARDIS has traced the Mailman's capsule.  Contemporary star catalogs give it the designation 185224-995482, not even tagged with a name.

The TARDIS scanners have constructed a map of the territory around the jump capsule's destination.  There is an array of structures there, in an eerie mix of styles.  Parts of it look to Trav and to Sereth like the typical blocky buildings and domes of a mining outpost, and Trav has seen setups like this before.  This body would have been within the star's corona during its red giant phase, and the eons of nuclear fire blasting it would have have left the body rich in radioactive isotopes and heavy metals, worth an outpost in a dead system to exploit.  According to the sensors, most of the really dangerous material has decayed by now, so radiation is not particularly far above humanoid tolerance.

But the presumed mining camp has other alien geometric shapes interspersed throughout it, and all the structures are overshadowed by huge, curving pylons that tower over them like the feelers of a colossal insect or the rotted-out ribs of a titanic carcass.  The TARDIS instruments show that these pylons are titanium-cored polycarbide, interlaced with complex heavy metal circuitry: Trav interprets this to mean that they comprise an immense subspace antenna array.

The sensors are also showing substantial power output around and below the compound from multiple sources.  This background is making it difficult to pick out any life readings.  Trav can tell, however, that some portions of the facility hold a breathable atmosphere and some are in near-vacuum.

According to the TARDIS, there are also a variety of powerful active scans being made from the outpost, up and down the electromagnetic spectrum.

Smoke Alarm outlooked up at the holo-picture-spout, eyespying the new world. All around was a garden of bleak grey rocks under a teeny white star. Short, yawny hosues and domes sat amidst huge curving pylons, tall as towers. It outlooked like a ginormous cleaner's claw had burst out of the floor and grabbed a village and was slowly crushing it to bits. It was a lights-out, yawny, hazardous, dead place. Smoke chewed her lip in unboldness. 'I don't like it. Mayhaps we should be outgoing.'

The TARDIS floats behind an asteroid, hidden.

The Traveller has powered down the TARDIS. The lights are down, and even the fishies are absent, lending the control room an undersea air, shadows of green and blue playing off of faces and objects, with light coming up off of the TARDIS control panel.

In response to Smoke's comments, Trav opines - "I'll drop you off if you want, that goes for anyone. But if this Mailmain wanted the remains of a Time Lord, he or she is dangerous. I need to get to the bottom of this. So, if you want out, let me know know." Using visual sighting and passive sensors, Trav takes a look at the various architectural styles used in the outpost, examines the spectra of the scans, and also looks at the local manifestations of artron energy and the Time Vortex. If these people are time travellers, she should be able to tell. Trav has instructed Chibi to go into infowar defense mode, preserving the integrity of the data systems.

OOC: Maybe Perception+Science+Research Capsule? The TARDIS may have a better perception than me - I only have a two! Maybe I need to start wearing the glasses again ;)
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Smoke Alarm shook her head and blue locks, a small smile on her face to hide her unbraveness. 'Uh-uh. Didn't say I wanted to be outgoing. I'm not letting you outgo alonesome.'

OOC: Yes, that sounds good.  I'm calling this a Difficult roll.

Trav smiles warmly to Smoke. "If you're around then I should have no reason to be a scaredy-cat. Now, let's see what we have here." She looks over the flat screens and holos.

15:18, Today: The Traveller rolled 18 using 2d6+11 with rolls of 4,3. TARDIS sensors - TARDIS Awareness 3+Science 6+Research Capsule 2.
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After studying the readings for some time, Trav can't find any evidence that she'd call a smoking gun for temporal capability.  The ambient power emissions are making it very hard to rule that out with certainty.

She really doesn't like the look of those pylons, however.  She doesn't recognize the design straight out.  However, their internal power routings look like they would allow some dynamic reconfiguration and they show a disturbing amount of sophistication: well beyond local tech levels, and quite at odds with the off-the-shelf jump capsule.  In all likelihood, the capsule was meant to deceive the "Mailman's" casual contacts as to his, her, its or their capabilities.

Trav blows a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes. Every instinct in her screams trap. Of course, those are the best kinds to go into.

She works to find the area least blanked by radiation. "I'd love to get a map, but if I actively scan, then that will probably alert them to the fact that we're here. I want to talk to this Mailman jerk. I'm fine with striding into the middle of the place, but I want to make sure that all of you and Sweet Boy is safe. Ideas? I could just drop us in the middle of the place, but it reminds me of a cage."

She points to a spot on the map, one deep inside the complex, but where radiation emissions should be easy to cloak a TARDIS entry. "I could just drop here, and we could walk around the place and look around. I sure as hell want to get a closer look at those pylons."

OOC: There may be safer places to go, but Trav wants to get a closer look at those Pylons. We can also argue that simply being here is an expression of Trav's Insatiable Curiosity and Impulsive traits. Only at her Companions urging did she not throw the lever down!
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